Authors Note: I wasn't aiming to continue on the Valentine's day fics, but with all the fantastic response (and you all know who you are: MiDushi, Scarlet, Strong, Etain, JK2 and Crown.) I figured it might give me a relatively easy way to vaguely introduce the youngsters before I get to the intentionally longer fanfictions. So, I bring you another particular Valentine's day in the Warehouse family. This one, quite a bit earlier. I hope that you all enjoy your first real looks at the children, and not their fifty year old counterparts. Also feel free to guess who's kid everyone is. :P Atleast, the not obvious ones. I also apologize for the huge wait, I'm working on an original set of stories.

"You take that back, you take that back right now!"

Another crash followed the violent screams of two feuding teenage girls as the man and girl sat in the other room cringing and flinching every time they heard something break or smash.

"S.J... How long do you think they'll be fighting?" The terrified eight year old asked from her blanket swaddled position on the couch as another 'priceless' antique vase flew by the open doorway and subsequently broke into dozens of pieces once it hit the floor out of sight.

"I'm not sure, Ames." Was the only reply. "They've been going at eachother's throats for days."

Even at just fifteen, the one and only son of the warehouse family topped out at nearly the tallest, losing just by a fair two and a half inches to Pete. For someone not at all athletically inclined, he had the strength of someone twice his lanky thin size and enough power to stop a linebacker.

But no football position held a candle to two angry Valentines Day-crazed women.

That is why the young man held back. Even in charge of the house while the adults were gone, S.J. knew his limitations and protecting the kid from violence was his top priority, even if his priorities caught him sitting on the sofa, eating popcorn watching the fight between cousins like it was a tennis match.

"All I said was that I'm sure he'd have a real woman as a date, rather than..." S.J. drained of color, immediately internally begging Grace not to say it.

"Rather. Than. What."

"I'm sure he'd want to have a real woman as a date... rather than a child."

And she said it.

Sharing a glance with Amelia, the younger of the two ducked underneath her blankets just in time as S.J. turned to see his two makeshift cousins enter the room, both looking like they had murder on the brain. "Uh... hi... Ladies?" He whispered, setting the popcorn away as they both opened their mouths to speak and the only thing that came out was barely understandable yells and shouts.

"PLEASETELLHERTHATYOULOVEME!" Screamed one.

"ANDTELLTHATBITCHTHATSHESWRONG!" Screamed the other.

"Ladies, please, calm yourselves down..." He finally managed to get out. "Amy's in the room, and you're freaking her out."

Amy popped her head out of her blanket fort just long enough to stare between her older sister and their sorta-kinda cousin, nod ferociously at what S.J. had said and then duck back down into safety. She had put up with Abby and Grace's fights before, a lot more than Steven had, and knew they could get scary fast.

"S.J., you're a fifteen year old guy, I'm a sixteen year old girl... Us dating would be perfe-"

"He has been my bestfriend for the past seven and a half freaking years." Abigail interrupted angrily.

"He needs a girlfriend not a bestfriend!" Grace stuck her tongue out at the younger girl with a huff.

Noting the look on Abby's face was reaching levels of 'ready to kick Grace's butt' S.J. thinking quickly threw his hands up in a surrender.

"Okay! Okay! I will pick which one of you ladies I'd like to spend Valentines with, just not until it's closer to Valentines day... Give me time to think, okay?"

With a nod from both girls, albeit a tightlipped displeased one, and the sound of the front door opening, S.J. took to grabbing Amelia and making their leave before things could get heated up again. Just in time too, as by the time he reached his room with the eight year old, there was a scream that came from downstairs.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY VASE FROM PERU?!"

Three and a half days later, Valentines day was on the cusp of being there and almost everyone he knew had plans for what they were going to do. S.J. knew that he was going to have to make up his mind soon, or risk another all-out war of girls, and judging by how the last one had gone... (Almost everyone getting grounded for what happened to the vase.) He really didn't want there to be another blow-out.

But there was just something difficult about making THAT kind of decision, he legitimately did not know who to choose.

On one hand was Grace, practically an outsider to the house despite having known everyone since she was two, she was only there every few weekends and very barely spent holidays with them. She was pretty, he had to admit, and he did want to be nice to her since she never really got to spend any time with any of them, but at the same time, she was bossy and demanding and overall... she wasn't Abby.

Abigail had been his bestfriend for as long as he could remember living in the warehouse. The two of them had always been practically inseparable, and even now, as S.J. was in highschool and Abigail still in middle school, with the threat of dating other people looming overtop of them, they still were each others special person. He didn't want to ruin that between them.

S.J. was very lost.

So, unlike most teenage boys his age, S.J. knew the only person who could give him a purely unbiased opinion was the right place to turn too.

His Aunt H.G.

"... So, darling, I've heard that you're in a bit of a jam. You can either take my beautiful, sweet, young daughter out for Valentines Day, or, her equally as beautiful and more your age, cousin out." Helena spoke up the moment S.J. entered the living room, her eyes never leaving the paper infront of her, causing the young man to scratch his head in confusion of how she always did that.

A pointed eyebrow raise in his general direction got S.J. back into reality as he nodded his head and fumbled. "Uh... Yeah... Howdidyouknowthat?"

"Sweetheart, I've been a mother for a great many years. All of my girls have always been able to come to me for boy-related issues." She answered simply thumbing through the pages. "Not to mention that our two lovely teenage ladies have been screaming at eachother for a month over this... Word travels."

"Right."

"So you've come to me, obviously for advice on whom to ask." Helena paused as S.J. opened his mouth again, ready to spring with another question, but her glance caused him to shut it and listen. "Honestly, Steven darling. Those girls are always going to fight over you... There's only three gentlemen in the Warehouse. And two of them are quite old... and related to them in the Fatherly/Grandfatherly/Uncle ways."

Nodding, Steven looked up with a worry in his eyes.

"I just... don't want anyone's feelings to get hurt."

"Someones already has... So you need to pick who you think needs it most, now shoo, I'm reading the paper."

Steven was still scratching his head in confusion from what his Aunt had said as he ascended the stairs to his bedroom, he needed to come to a decision quickly and he was no more closer to an answer than he had been before being counselled. Infact, he might have even been worse off.

About to push on the door to go into his room, he heard a small sniffle from across the hall and his heart dropped.

"Oh hell, what other problems do I need right now?"

He grumbled as he performed his 'older brother/cousin' routine and went to the aid of whomever was upset, a heartbreaking realization as it came from the smallest of the children, the one often cast aside for the teenage problems of the older three.

"Amy...?" He called worriedly as he entered the room to find the girl sitting in her bed, her face red and streaked with tears.

"Go away!" The girl yelled pitifully, her teddybear drowning out most of the sound coming out of her.

"What's wrong kiddo? Why do you look so sad, Amy-bear?" S.J. asked, ignoring her shouts as he crossed the room and sat on the edge of her bed.

For a second he thought he might have to fight her for the truth, the smallest Bering-Wells wasn't particularly good at letting people know what was troubling her, she liked her privacy a little too much for people to know everything. Fortunately for S.J. though, tears aside, she seemed to be in a sharing mood, moving from her spot among the pillows to his side in a matter of seconds, curling into him, her tears wetting his shirt.

"Nobody wants to spend time with me!" She hiccuped, clinging to him.

"What're you talking about, Amybear... Ofcourse we want to spend time with you! Everyone does, you're the cutest."

"N-Not Valentines Day! Mommy and M-Mama are going out! So is everyone e-else! And Abby and Grace won't stop fighting over who gets to spend Valentines day with you! It's because nobody wants to spend it with me!" She cried, pressing her tiny body against his chest, her shoulders wracking with sobs.

Oh.

Now he finally knew what his Aunt had been talking about.

"Have you made a decision or not, S.J.?" Grace spat out, looking annoyed that it had taken this long to reach a conclusion, Valentines Day was officially here and now, if there wasn't someone picked in the next hour or so, everyone would completely miss out on the holiday.

"Give him his time, Grace! He's just figuring out a way to let you down." Abby smirked, the scowl on Grace's face feeding the mutual jealousy between cousins.

S.J. stood in the middle of the living room, both girls were seated on opposite ends of the couch and Amy was curled up in her Mama's favourite chair, just wanting the decision to be over with so that there wouldn't be any more screaming, and maybe if she was lucky, she'd end up with her sister at home spending time with her. They could watch movies.

"Actually, I have made a decision. There are reservations for two to Fabrizio's Italian Bistro, followed by tickets to the Valentine's Ballet put on by the local dance school, and then a chocolate making class at Anna's Bakery." S.J. smiled, knowing that his date would be very pleased with his plans.

"He must be taking me, I love the ballet!" Grace exclaimed with a bit of a snub to Abby's general direction.

Muttering under her breathe, Abby glared. "Now what makes you think he would take a tramp to a fancy bistro?"

"Shut your mouth you little brat."

"Only if you shut your legs."

"ENOUGH!" S.J. yelled, the frown on his face deepening into worry lines under his eyes as he let out a sigh and got back on point. "My date for this evening is for the girl who appreciates just spending time together, and doesn't get jealous so easily." Spinning on his heel to face Amy on the chair, he bent down on his knee and smiled at her, pulling the roses from inside his jacket out and holding them to her carefully.

"Amy... Want to spend Valentines Day with me?"

Nothing could have prepared the teen for the chorus of screams that followed, one from Amy who jumped up from her seat and tackled him into a hug, and two matching ones from Abigail and Gracelynn as they voiced their displeasure.

"You have got to be kidding me!"

"No way, she's just a ragamuffin! She's younger than ole cry-baby over there!"

Hours later, after Amelia and Steven had gone out for their Valentines Date, Abigail and Grace finally broke out of their shock.

"This is ridiculous, I could have any guy at my school and I'm stuck with you."

"You think I'm happy being stuck with you?"

"Why don't you go upstairs and cry to your diary about how your kid sister stole your true love?"

"Isn't it sadder that your feminine wiles lost out... to an eight year old? That'd be a laugh for 'any guy at your school', wouldn't it?"

"Stuff it, Mama's Girl. We will never speak of this day again or I'll beat your face in."

"Happy Valentines Day, Grace. Maybe next year you can lose to a toddler?"

"Shut up!"